Lover's Gifts Xxxix: There Is A Looker-On - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

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There is a looker-on who sits behind my eyes. I seems he has seenthings in ages and worlds beyond memory's shore, and thoseforgotten sights glisten on the grass and shiver on the leaves. Hehas seen under new veils the face of the one beloved, in twilighthours of many a nameless star. Therefore his sky seems to ache withthe pain of countless meetings and partings, and a longing pervadesthis spring breeze, -the longing that is full of the whisper ofages without beginning.